Sunday Night Slam Results 10/23/05

[Hardcastle]

Sunday October 23, 2005

Bell Time: 9pm EST

From Bulldog Stadium in Fresno, California



<The screen opens with the Valor logo.The screen switches to a voice that sounds very much like James Earl Jones and images from Valor begin to reel through.>

Voice: A new era is dawning in professional wrestling.

<An image of Shane Quickenbosh delivering a Tope Con Hilo to Will Dinero from Valor Before Glory is shown.>

Voice: There is a movement that joins young and old.

<An image of Eric Hardcastle, Brandon Bailey, ZMaster, The Creeper and Immune fades in and then out. An image of The Sin City Saint, Saku, Ron Tibbs, Shane Quickenbosh, Will Dinero and Pohatu fades in and out. >

Voice: Integrity And Valor Are Core Values.

<A panoramic view of Eric Hardcastle is shown from his back to the front.>

Voice: For some......it becomes an opportunity to show the entire world what they can do.

<An image of The Sin City Saint diving through the ropes onto Saku.>

Voice: For others.........it is an opportunity to reclaim greatness.

<An image of ZMaster sitting in the stands of an empty arena is shown.>

Voice: For tonight.....these men......these athletes.......these gladiators, begin their accent to the top. They begin their accent to greatness.

<A reel of images begin flashing on the screen. An image of Saku with his hand raised. An image of Will Dinero looking into the sky. An image of Juba attacking Immune. Finally and image of Immune holding the NA Title up in the air. An image of Eric Hardcastle returning and attacking The Impact Players is shown.>

Voice: They begin their accent to immortality.

<An image of Zmaster with his gloved hand reaching into towards the TV screen is shown.>

<The screen fades to the entrance ramp with pyros begin to explode. The new Sunday Night Slam theme song, "So Long And Good Night" by My Chemical Romance explodes into the arena. The fans spring to their feet, as pyros explode all around. They begin to cheer really loud, as the camera moves to ringside where Kevin Olberman and Mean Mike Patrick are seated at ringside.>

K: Welcome everybody to Bulldog Stadium in Fresno, California!!! Welcome to the home of the Fresno State Bulldogs!!! Welcome to Sunday Night Slam!!!!

M: This is where David Carr played.

K: That is correct. And tonight it is the home of Sunday Night Slam!! Valor continues its Move Westward this week in Fresno! Its a new era dawning in Valor. The Young Lion's Cup is in full swing, as 2 nights ago Mean Mike and I were Atlantic City calling the action. We saw Havok, Roy Chambers, Shane Quickenbosh and Will Dinero all advance to the second round of the tournament in Night 1 action.

M: And I won some big money with the Roy Chambers upset over Pryme.

K: I saw that. Tonight is huge!! Tonight we will witness the landmark return of Eric Hardcastle to the ring!!!

M: I am still in shock, Olberman.

K: I think the entire world is. We need answers. We all do. And Eric Hardcastle has promised to give those answers to Gene Anderson tonight, in that very ring.

M: So let me get this straight. Eric Hardcastle is not dead. He was never dead?

K: I think we better let Eric answer these questions. Back to our main event. The Prodigal Messiah will challenge Immune for the North American Title.

M: Yeah, well tonight Immune is in the roll of a spoiler. All week long we have heard nothing but Eric Hardcastle, Eric Hardcastle, Eric Hardcastle. Ohhh the big return! The return is going to be spoiled by the beast.....Immune!

K: I dont think so, Mean Mike. Eric Hardcastle is out for one thing.........the destruction of the Impact Players.

M: 1 vs. 3....NO WAY!

K: We'll find out tonight. Also on tap, we will see the redebut of Cardinal here tonight. As, Cardinal will challenge Pohatu.

M: Cardinal oughta fly away and lay an egg some where else.

K: We will also see a prelude to the Halloween Horrors Cage of Horrors Main Event next week, as Saku and Juba hook it up. And finally, Havok who has to be the hottest Valor star right now goes 1 on 1 with Chad Roberts. All this and more tonight!

M: Before we get to the first match, lets talk about what happened last week on Slam. And I aint talking about Eric Hardcastle.

K: Ok.

M: I'm talking about that Judas, Mike Stryker!

K: WHAT?!

M: Mike Stryker turned his back on his own BROTHER!!!! He turned his back on Brandon Bailey.

K: Everyone seems to have a beef with Bailey these days. Hardcastle, Stryker and even his own flesh and blood, Brittney.

M: Well, Mike Stryker paid the price of betrayal. And now, Mike Stryker has gone back to where Brandon found him.....no where.

K: Mike Stryker was visciously attacked at the hands of The Impact Players.

M: And now he is gone, Olberman. GONE!! G-O-N-E. Gone.

K: Well, Stryker did suffer a nasty career ending back injury several months back. He was not an active wrestler.

M: Now he just aint active.

K: You're just mean.

M: I know and I'm proud.

K: Enough. Lets get down to the ring with Steve Bond.

M: Why do you say get down to the ring, when we are about 5 feet away from it?

K: Whatever.

[Hardcastle]

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, already in the ring............CARDINAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Fans boo.>

SB: And his opponent. From Boone, Iowa. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 215lbs........................"THE ELECTRIC ENIGMA" POHATU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<As the odd sounding opening of "Faint" by Linkin' Park,the lights in the arena dimmed down, the lights inside the actualentrance starting to flash between yellow, electric blue, and brightwhite. As the lyrics first started up, a figure was seen slowly movingout on the entrance, his movements not cocky, yet at the same timeshowing a certain inner-confidence. The figure stepped out fully ontothe stage and turned, his back now fully to the entrance, no one exceptthe people that were right up against the stage able to see his face.The figure reached up, adjusting his upper clothing before finallysnapping his head back, the lights returning to normal to show Pohatustanding there in his regular wrestling attire, a certain glint in hiseyes that showed he was ready for the upcoming match up. Pohatu whippedoff his vest and chucked it out into the audience, a brief scufflehappening because of it briefly before the vest finally disappearedinto the sea of bodies, Pohatu starting his trek down the ramp as thevest finally disappeared. At about midway down the ramp he paused,glancing from side to side, no emotion seen on his face as he did so.He slowly raised his hands up into the air, hooking his thumbs androlling his hands around, making the image of a phoenix with his hands.He then snapped his hands down, his fingers briefly taking the shape oflightning bolts on the way down. Pohatu walked over to the steel stepsthat were on the corner to the left of him, slowly walking up them,placing his hand on the steel post as he reached the apron. Pohatu stared into the center of the ring for a few seconds before grabbingthe top rope with one hand, stepping up the ropes and vaulting over thetop rope. He landed smoothly inside the ring, leaning against thecorner turnbuckls briefly before walking out into the center of thering, raising one arm up into the air.>

K: And listen to the ovation for The Electric Enigma Pohatu!!! The fans are loving Pohatu!!!!

M: Why?!

K: Because he is exciting in the ring. Referee Jeff Bausman calls for the bell and this match is underway. Pohatu extends his hand to the redebuting Cardinal and Cardinal.....SMACKS POHATU!!!!

M: I love it. Do it again.

K: Cardinal is laughing. Pohatu holding his cheek, as Cardinal stands and laughs at him. Cardinal turns.........CLIMB UP WHEEL KICK BY POHATU!!!! Cardinal pays the price! Pohatu goes to the top rope.........LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: HOLY SHI........

K: Cover that man. Cover that....Pohatu not making the cover. Pohatu grabs Cardinal...............ROARING THUNDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He has it locked in and.......CARDINAL TAPS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

M: WHAT?!

K: Ring the bell, this one is over. Pohatu dominates Cardinal and picks up the win!!! Smacking someone in the face is disrespectful and Cardinal paid the price in his return.

M: Fly south Cardinal. Fly south.

K: Ok, up next its gonna be Chad Roberts ta....wait. I am being told that Chad Roberts is backstage right now. Lets take a look.

<Backstage is Chad Roberts. He is walking towards the dressing room of The Impact Players. The door swings open before Roberts can knock. Ron Tibbs is standing there and wants to know what Roberts wants.>

CR: I want to talk to the champ.

RT: He don't want to talk to you.

CR: PLEASE!

<Bailey comes walking up to the door and asks Tibbs whos at the door.>

RT: Some girl scout trying to sell cookies.

<Bailey walks over with a $10 bill in his hand.>

BB: I'll take a box of the Thin Mints, sweet heart.

<The Sin City Saint comes walking up behind Bailey with money in his hand.>

SCS: I want a box of caramel delights.

<Saint stares at Roberts.>

SCS: Damn...you the ugliest damn bitch, I ever seen.

CR: I'm no bitch!! And I aint selling girl scout cookies, eh.

SCS: B

CR: Be what?

SCS: I dont know.

<Bailey interrupts.>

BB: If you arent selling cookies, who the hell are you?

<Roberts looks right at Bailey.>

CR: I'm Chad Roberts and I.....

<The Sin City Saint interrupts>

SCS: Wait!!! You're Chad Roberts?! As in THE CHAD ROBERTS?!

<Roberts smiles and his eyes grow wide.>

CR: Yeah! Thats me. You've heard of me?

<Saint pauses for a moment.>

SCS: Nope. Never heard of ya!

<Tibbs goes to push the door shut, as Roberts stops him.>

CR: Wait!! I have a proposition for the champ!

<Bailey reopens the door.>

BB: You got 30 seconds, 25 of which I'm gonna spend kicking your ass if this is really stupid!

CR: I want to be the newest member of The Impact Players!

<Saint and Tibbs start cracking up.>

CR: What?! I could be a great addition, eh.

SCS: B.

CR: Be what?

SCS: Why do you keep asking that?

<Roberts turns back to Bailey.>

CR: I'll do whatever it takes. In fact......I'll take out Eric Hardcastle before his match against Immune.

<Immune pops his head out the door, holding a chickenwing.>

IM: Now I like what I'm hearing! Wanna chickenwing?

CR: I'll pass. But thanks, eh.

SCS: B

CR: BE WHAT?!!?!?!

SCS: Why do you keep asking that?

CR: You keep saying B.

SCS: Well, you keep saying A.

CR: No I don't.

SCS: Yes you do.

CR: No I don't.

SCS: Yes....you do.

CR: No I.....

<Bailey interrupts.>

BB: ENOUGH!!!! You are making my ears bleed. Here's the deal, Chip.

CR: Its Chad.

BB: Whatever. If you take out Eric Hardcastle....that thron in my ass. We'll consider you as the newest member of The Impact Players.

CR: So I get to be your mystery man in the Cage of Horrors.

BB: Hold your horses, Chuck.

CR: Its Chad.

BB: Whatever. One step at a time. Go take care of business first.

CR: Right-O!

SCS: P.

<Tibbs goes to close the door, as Immune tosses a chickenwing bone at Chad Roberts, bouncing it off his head. Roberts leaves, as the door shuts. Screen fades back to ringside.>

K: WHOAH!

M: Yeah buddy. Chad Roberts has a chance to become the newest member of The Impact Players.

K: I didnt know they were holding tryouts.

M: They are now.

K: Chad Roberts is in the ring with referee Shawn Esher and he took the stick from Steve Bond.

<In the ring>

CR: Tonight, I cement my legacy. I am going to become the newest member of The Impact Players when I take out that no good son of bitch, Eric Hardcastle....eh.

<Crowd chants B.>

CR: Stop that, eh!

<Crowd chants B, as Roberts starts to jump up and down.>

CR: Stop it right now, you ingrates!!!! You're all like Eric Hardcastle. You're all like low lifes like Hardcastle and lowlifes like my opponent tonight Havok! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!

<The lights dim slightly as “Vermillion Part II” begins to play on the Tron. The stadium fills with a hot pink fog as Alora Hart makes her entrance. She poses as purple and pink lasers go off around her. After basking in the screams of the fans, Alora makes her way down the ramp slowly. Her walk down the ramp is accented by a sudden burst of “pink” tinted flames down the ramp. She stops at ringside turns her back towards the ring and bends forward, running her hands up her legs. Chad Roberts stares with intent interest, as does referee Shawn Esher.>

K: Uhhh......

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K: Put your tongue back in your mouth, Mean Mike. You are getting drool all over the table.

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K: Mean Mike.....GEEZ!! Come on Mike. This can...........HAVOK!!!!!!!!!!!!! Havok hits the ring with a chair. He spins Roberts around.......tosses the chair and Roberts catches it.........SPIN HEEL KICK INTO THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Roberts is down!

K: Havok tosses the chair to the floor and the referee finally regains his attention, as Havok goes to the top rope. The bell sounds................WRECKING HAVOK!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cover..........






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M: OH MY!!

K: Its over!!! Its over!!! Havok emerges victorious and his winning streak continues!!!!

M: I cant believe it.

[Hardcastle]

K: Neither can Roberts. His night isnt going so well, thus far. Havok owes Alora big time for the distraction. But its Havok picking up the victory.

M: WOW!!! That Alora is one hot piece of as....

K: HEY NOW!~!! The eluring Alora doesnt need you oggling her like a piece of meat.

M: Can I just oggle her then?

K: STOP IT!! Ladies and gentlemen, Gene Anderson is on his way to the ring. It is time.

M: What time is it?

K: Huh?

M: Its Vader Time......Hooh....hooh!!!

<Mean Mike makes the Vader V on his fingers.>

K: Gene, PLEASE....take it away.

<In the ring>

GA: Thank you Kevin Olberman. And Mean Mike Patrick.....you my friend. You need some help. Ladies and gentlemen, join me at this time in welcoming "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle and the lovely.....Miss. Brittney Bailey!!!!

<The lights dim down and "Paperthin Hymn" by Anberlin explodes into the arena. The fans jump to their feet, as they know who's trademark music that is. From behind the curtain out walks "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle with a bottle of water in his hand. With Brittney on his arm, Hardcastle comes marching down the aisle. He escorts Brittney up onto the apron and opens the bottom rope, so she can enter the ring with ease. Hardcastle, with clenched fist, pounds his heart and he points to the sky.>

GA: Eric Hardcastle, come on in here. We need to get a word with you.

<Hardcastle walks over to Gene Anderson, standing right next to him.>

EH: MMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN GENE!

GA: Thank you!

<The crowd cheers.>

GA: Eric Hardcastle, like Ricky Ricardo would say to Lucy........<in a cheap spanish accent> You got some splain'n ta dew!

EH: You are absolutely right, Gene. May I?

<Eric motions to Gene for the microphone. Gene obliges.>

EH: Last week, the unthinkable happened. Now we all know the story. Every rag sheet, internet site....hell, even USA Today picked up on the story of Eric Hardcastle's demise. And with what turned out to be nothing more than a clever rouse, I set out to gain that one missing element in my fight against The Impact Players. You know what....it wasn't just bout the element of surprise.

<Eric walks over to Brittney and stands next to her. He looks down at her and smiles.>

EH: No, no. In fact, this wasn't even my idea. This gorgeous woman devised this plan all on her own. You see, lets rewind the tape to about 3 months ago. 3 months ago, Brittney was almost hit by a Cadillac. A Cadillac registered to Brandon Bailey. Now at the time, Brandon really had no reason to want to hurt Brittney. They were brother and sister. Flesh and blood. So when Brandon said he had nothing to do with it.....we bought it, hook line and sinker. But then through the power of modern technology over the next few weeks, I was able to come across a little bit of video tape, which clearly showed Brandon Bailey was in fact the driver of the vehicle. Of course my initial reaction was one of anger and disgust. I needed to defend the honor of the woman I loved. So I seeked out Brandon, backstage before Sunday Night Slam. I confronted him with the truth. The same truth that I knew and did not share with Brittney. By this time, Brandon had revealed his true colors when he turned on me and formed the Impact Players. Brittney was already devestated, and I couldnt stand to bring anymore pain to her. When I confronted Brandon again.........he didnt even so much as attempt to deny it. He revealed it was him. But before I could unleash the fury that had been boiling over inside of me, Brandon spoke up. He told me if that I really cared about this woman.......

<Eric looks at Brittney.>

EH:........that I would keep this secret. Brittney had already been crying daily. That her loyalties were being divided between the man she loved and the only family she had. So I told Brandon, that I would keep this secret for Brittney's sake. Now this is where all plotting and planning begins. At night, when I would watch Brittney sleep, my conscience would just grow terribly guilty. She had to know. So one night, I told her. I guess I should have given her a little more credit. Sure she was upset. Sure, she cried her eyes out a bit. But in the end, she was tough. Instead of laying in self misery, she picked herself up and dusted herself off and began to lay out a plan of revenge on her brother. And thats how the idea of faking my own death came about.

<Eric pauses for a moment.>

EH: This elaborate plan had no room for error. This had to be sold, hook line and sinker. Doctors were paid off with hefty sums of money to keep quiet. A fake autopsy was drawn up. A funeral had to be held. Not even my own parents knew what was happening. Just me and Brit. I can't stand here, today and lie to each and everyone of you, out there. If I had to do it all over, I would. I hope you all can understand that. I wish I could stand her a sorrowful man. But I can't. Because that would be a lie. I feel bad for every single person who shed a tear over my death. I feel bad for every single person who wrote letters to my family or offered a condolence. I feel bad for every person who attended my funeral or who dropped flowers off at my grave. But it had to be done and I hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.

<The crowd cheers.>

EH: But wait...before you just accept me back. You ought to know that I also need your forgiveness for what is going to happen.

<The crowd begins to calm down, as Eric turns his back to the camera with his head down. Eric snaps his head back over his shoulder and with a cold stare approaches the camera.>

EH: Forgiveness does not come easy, Brandon Bailey! A serious wrong has been committed and now I must right that wrong. I must bring about retribution. My mission is reborn, as am I. The rebirth started last week, when I made my return. Now tonight, I take the next step in the destruction of The Impact Players......but more importantly......in the destruction of BRANDON BAILEY!!!!

<The crowd explodes into cheers.>

EH: Brandon, destroying The Impact Players is a direct route to you. A direct route to driving that wooden stake through your black heart once and for all!! You have run roughshod over Valor for the last 5 months! You have laid waste to opponent after opponent. You have defeated challenger after challenger. But you haven't done it by yourself. You have had help, every step of the way. Last month, you were but an inch.....AN INCH....from being beaten right in the middle of the ring by Zmaster. BEATEN!!! But in typical Brandon Bailey fashion, you had to cheat. Devise another option, for when you could no longer get the job done by yourself. So BAM!! You and Immune screw Zmaster out of becoming the World Heavyweight Champion. Those days are now numbered, Brandon. As our yours! The time has come for one man to rise above the ranks and take a stand. And that man is gonna be......ME!!!! Brandon, you have always been a very calculating man. Always smart on your feet. But you have forgotten one very, very important point! At Summer Sizzler, it was I.......I BRANDON.....who went through a Gauntlet match to become the number 1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship! And I never took that shot. So that makes me the number 1 contender. And that makes me your opponent for Deadly Encounter on November 27th!!!!

<The crowd explodes into cheers, as Brittney claps.>

EH: Because I know, there is but one way to drive that stake through your heart. And thats to take the Valor World Heavyweight Championship away from you.

<Eric continues to stare coldly at the camera.>

EH: Speaking of weapons............that brings me to next Sunday. Halloween Horrors and The Cage of Horrors Main Event. Two teams of 5, battle it out inside a double ring, double mesh cage. Brandon's Brigade and Z's Army. I checked the Valor website and it shows that Zmaster only has 2 partners right now. He needs two more.......MAKE THAT ONE!!!! Zmaster.......I'll be your partner at Halloween Horrors.

<The crowd explodes into cheers.>

EH: At Halloween Horrors, Brandon......there will be no place to run and no place to hide. I'm gonna hurt you Brandon. And I'm gonna hurt you bad. Cage Of Horrors.........will be nothing short of a war. A war, I intend to win...........by any means necessary!

<Hardcastle drops the microphone, as Paperthin Hymn begins to play. Hardcastle and Brittney exit the ring and begin to walk up the ramp. They make it to the top of the stage and look over the crowd.>

K: WOW!!! Some very powerful words spoken by The Prod......

M: CHAD ROBERTS!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Roberts from behind.....he knocks Eric and Brittney down!!!

M: Oh my God!! Brittney just hit the ramp.

K: Roberts kicking away at Hardcastle. Roberts now gloating at the crowd. Hardcastle getting back up...............Roberts turns....RIGHT HANDS!!! A fistful of fury!!! Right hands by Hardcastle. Eric with Roberts now......smashing his face into stage area near the Valor Tron. Hardcastle with another right. They are fighting dangerously close the edge of the staging area.

M: There is all kinds of sound equipment and other electrical devices on that side of the stage.

K: Hardcastle.....I don't think. OH GOD!!! I don't think Hardcastle is taking Roberts over there unintentionally.

M: WAIT!!!!

K: MY GOD!!!! Hardcastle kick to the gut. Setting him up.................STANDING ASSAULT DRIVER FROM THE STAGE TO THE ARENA FLOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Explosions begins to fire off from the area that Chad Roberts is laying in.>

M: OH MY GOD!!!! He is dead!!! Hardcastle killed him.

K: Chad Roberts has been broken in half!!! We have got to get a medical team out here for Chad Roberts.

M: Look at Hardcastle. There is no remorse. Nothing but hatred.

K: Chaos has insued!!!! Chad Roberts is but a pile of broken bones.

M: Arrest that man!

K: For what?! Self defense?!

M: You're reaching now, Olberman. Its one thing to beat Roberts up for what he did......but he just about killed that man.

K: Whatever it takes. You are only seeing this as an isolated incident. This more than just one incident and you know it, Mean Mike!!! Brandon Bailey is gonna pay. And each and every person who gets in Eric's way, will pay the same price.

M: You are such a mark, Olberman.

K: Call it what you will. I believe in whats right. And I believe that Eric Hardcastle has to do what he has to do. Ladies and gentlemen, up next is gonna be a huge matchup. Saku and Juba will get it on, in what promises to be a preview of Halloween Horrors.

[Hardcastle]

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first from Turku Finland. He stands 6'3" and weighs in at 225lbs.....................SAKU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<All house light are replaced with blinding white lights. The arena is silent for a moment until the white lights turn inot bluelights that change to white every 5 seconds. An instrumental anthem known as the Finnish NAtional Anthem begins to play and Saku emerges, holding a Finnish flag. He walks down to the ring, set his flag down leaning against the steps. He then rolls into the ring and goes to the far turnbuckle. He raises two hands and looks about the crowd for a moment before descending. >

K: Saku getting a nice ovation tonight.

M: Saku can suck my..........JUBA!!!!

K: Juba just crawled from underneath the ring!!

M: Has he been there all night?

K: I dont know. Juba has a chair and nails Saku from behind. Referee Ian Anile now calls for the bell and takes Juba's chair away. Saku is just about out of it.

M: Looks like it.

K: Juba grabs Saku.....lifts him up.......running powerslam!!! Juba rolls Saku over for the cover.......





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............................KICKOUT!!!

M: Oh boy!

K: Saku not done just yet. Juba is a bit shocked here. Juba grabs Saku now. Setting him up for the DDT. Saku with the counter. Saku springs to the top rope.......TORNADO DDT!!!!! Saku is making his comeback. Saku now going to the top rope.

M: High risk.

K: Could he be looking to put Juba away with the 450!? 450!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thats gotta be it. Its gotta be over. Saku with the cover.................




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M: DA MAN!!!!!

K: REALITY CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Down goes Saku. Ron Tibbs mounts Saku and begins to drive rights and lefts into the head of Saku. Tibbs with Saku again......Irish whip..............REALITY CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: The second one of the night.

K: We just saw Chad Roberts get absolutely destroyed by Eric Hardcastle and now we are witnessing one of the members of Z's Army being destroyed at the hands of the birthday boy, Ron Tibbs!!!

M: Listen to the crowd!

K: CREEPER!!!!!!!!!!! The Creeper is here and he hits the ring and gives chase to Ron Tibbs!

M: WHAT THE?!

K: Thats Arsenic. Arsenic has entered the ring and Juba turns.........FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!! Arsenic is putting out the fire known as Juba. This place is breaking down. Chaos is ensuing. Arsenic with a chair. He sets it up.

M: Whats he doing here?

K: I dont know. Arsenic has that chair setup and is now setting up for a.....PILEDRIVER?!?!?! MY GOD!!! We have got to get some security down here. Juba could have his neck snapped right here tonight.

M: HAVOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Havok hits the ring and he begins to brawl with Arsenic. Havok with the Irish whip....countered by Arsenic....kick to the gut. Arsenic grabs Havok..........POWERBOMB ONTO THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Here comes security!

K: It is absolute chaos. Havok could have a broken neck. Juba is down. Saku is laying on the concrete floor in front of us and The Creeper is chasing after Ron Tibbs.

M: This is crazy, Olberman.

K: Yes it is. We have seen it all here tonight and we still have the main event to come. I just got the official decision and the referee is calling for a double DQ, too much chaos insued.

M: Thats right....The North American Title will be defended.

K: I can't wait and the waiting will be coming to an end momentarily. Medical team, trying to help Havok out of the ring.

M: Will Havok even be able to make it to Halloween Horrors?

K: Before we get to the main event, President Steven Lynch is in his office with Will Dinero. Lets go take a look.

<Lynch's office>

WD: President Lynch, sir. After what happened at Thunder, I implore you to please honor my request.

<Lynch sits up from his desk.>

SL: Mr. Dinero, you make an interesting proposition.

<A knock is heard at the door. President Lynch turns to open the door and Shane Quickenbosh comes walking into Lynch's office.>

SQ: Mr. President, you wanted to see me?

<Dinero becomes angry.>

WD: What the hell is he doing here?!

SQ: I was just going to ask you the same thing, Dinero.

WD: I'm here to get what I deserve......a REMATCH FROM VALOR BEFORE GLORY!

<Quickenbosh smiles.>

SQ: You want a rematch? You sure you want another strike in the loss column?

<Dinero walks right up into Quickenbosh's face.>

SL: Hey, hey! You two need to remain calm. I have 2 security guards right outside these doors. I will not hesistate to suspend both of you. Now, its pretty obvious that the two of you want to get into that ring again pretty damn bad. And I know Valor fans would just love to see it happen. So tell ya what.....I'm gonna make the match. But its not gonna be just any match. No, no. At Halloween Horrors, its gonna be a Spin The Wheel, Make The Deal Match! Before this match starts, I will spin a wheel with a number of different matches listed. Whatever it lands on is whatever kind of match you are going to have. It could be a steel cage match. It could be a coal miner's glove match. It could be a falls count anywhere match. A last man standing match. A submission match. Perhaps a tables match. I guess you just wont know till Halloween Horrors. Good luck gentlemen!

<Dinero and Quickenbosh continue to lock eyes. Dinero turns to President Lynch.>

WD: Thank you sir. I won't let you down.

<Dinero turns to Quickenbosh and slaps him across the face. Security comes busting into the office, restraining both men. Quickenbosh, for the first time, seems to have become very angry. Screen fades back to ringside.>

K: WOW!! Spin The Wheel, Make The Deal.

M: Cage match. Falls count anywhere. Last Man Standing?!

K: Thats what he said.

M: What if the wheel lands on a lingerie pillow fight?!

K: WHAT?!

M: Yeah....President Lynch said a number of different matches. It could be a lingerie pillow fight.

K: Somehow I dont think so. With those two technicians.....I dont think a lingerie pillow fight is going to be on the menu. Ladies and gentlemen, its main event time.

M: Its spoiler time.

K: Steve Bond...take it away!

[Hardcastle]

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event and is for the Valor North American Heavyweight Championship!!!!!!!!!!!! Scheduled for one fall with a 45 minute time limit. From Indianapolis, Indiana. He stands 6'8" and weighs in at 295lbs..........THE NORTH AMERICAN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..........IMMUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Headstrong from Trapt is heard all over the arena as Immune pops out of the curtain and walks through the smoke walking from side to side on the stage bringing up the fans spirit, then runs to thering and slides in as a pyro goes off. Immune walks over to the turnbuckle and sits down leaning up against the bottom turnbuckle pad and waits for his opponent.>

K: And this crowd is getting on Immune big time.

M: Immune, proudly showing off his championship belt. Tell me, Olberman. Do you think Eric will do the same with his champi.....oh yeah....HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE!!

K: A little over confident, aren't we?

M: Nah....just know what kind of animal, Immune truly is.

SB: And his opponent. From Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania. He stands 6'2" and weighs 235lbs....................."THE PRODIGAL MESSIAH" ERIC HARDCASTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The lights dim down and "Paperthin Hymn" by Anberlin explodes into the arena. The fans jump to their feet, as they know who's trademark music that is. From behind the curtain out walks "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle. Hardcastle with a bottle of water in his hand, marches down the aisle with Brittney Bailey walking behind him. He slides in underneath the bottom rope and walks to the camera side and climbs the ropes. He extends his right arm into the air and crowd erupts. Pyros explode from the 4 ring posts. Hardcastle climbs down to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched and his body leaned back, he looks to the heavens. Pyros shoot up from behind him, one at a time. Hardcastle, with clenched fist, pounds his heart and he points to the sky.>

K: Listen to the ovation the returning Eric Hardcastle is getting right here tonight in Fresno!!!

M: I'm looking at Brittney. I dont know what the hell she sees in him?

K: How about his desire and passion?

M: He must be hung like a stallion!

K: WHAT?!

M: Its all that comes to mind.

K: Why is Hardcastle's.......ummm.....you know on your mind? You know what.....don't even answer that.

M: Ok.

K: Senior referee Noel Gevers has been assigned this ultra main event. This capacity crowd is already rallying behind Eric Hardcastle and look at Immune. He is getting frustrated at the Eric chants.

M: Shut the damn humanoids up!

K: You can barely hear yourself in this arena. Hardcastle and Immune come to the center of the ring and Immune is talking trash now. Hardcastle staring right into the eyes of the animal.

M: Immune not backing down. He is telling Hardcastle that that belt is going home with him tonight......along with possibly Brittney.

K: Hardcastle........SMACKS IMMUNE!!! Right across the face and Eric now drills the right hands to the face. Hardcastle with a flurry of rights. He backs Immune into the ropes. The Irish whip..........reversed by Immune.......Hardcastle to the near side....Immune with a right....baseball slide between the legs of Hardcastle. Hardcastle from behind......leg trip and Immune hits the mat face first. Immune working back to his knees. Hardcastle off the far side....now the near side.......somersault dropkick to the face. Immune goes down. Hardcastle with the lateral press............





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.........................kickout by the big man!

M: Look at the power of the animal of The Impact Players.

K: No one ever said Immune was not a powerful man. Hardcastle climbs on top of Immune and begins to drive right hands to the face. Immune uses his power and shoves Hardcastle off of him. Eric back to a vertical base and so is Immune. Eric swings....Immune ducks and lifts Hardcastle up..........belly to back suplex!!!!

M: Now its Immune's turn to establish control.

K: Immune using what brung him to the dance and thats his power, Mean Mike.

M: A power unrivaled in Valor.

K: Immune now with Hardcastle....right hand to the face and again. Immune with a headbutt, causing Hardcastle to stumble into the corner. Immune with the open hand slap across the chest. Irish whip to the near corner and Hardcastle hits the corner and............UP AND OVER AND TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!!

M: Now thats power.

K: Immune now gloating to this capacity crowd. Brittney to the side of her man. She is trying to get Eric back into this. Eric, visibly upset, grabbing his lower back. Eric rolling back into the ring. Immune comes over....stomp right to the head. Another stomp. Eric to his knees and fires a right hand to the gut and another. Eric up and hits the ropes....far side and comes bouncing off..............forearm smash to the head by Hardcastle. Immune stunned now. Eric must take advantage of this weak point.

M: Hardcastle going high risk.

K: Springs to the top. Cross body from the top..............CAUGHT!!!!

M: The power once again.

K: Immune hoists Eric high above his head and he is walking towards us.

M: GORRILA PRESS!!!!

K: Immune.............OH MY GOD!!! He dumps Hardcastle over the top rope and right out onto the floor in front of us!! Eric Hardcastle could be broken in half.

M: If he wasn't dead before, he is dead now. Thanks to Immune.

K: Brittney, extremely concerned for her man. Immune standing in the ring and he is loving every minute of this.

M: I told you Olberman. The spoiler.

K: Immune coming out here in front of us now. He causes Brittney to have to step back away from the action. Immune with that sadistic grin on his face. He has Hardcastle now. Eric can barely stand. Immune takes Hardcastle........whips him right into the steel stairs!!!

M: And those steps weigh about 100lbs.

K: Yes they do and Eric just got pummeled into them. Immune continues to work over The Prodigal Messiah.

M: Eric cannot even stand.

K: Immune has him now. With Hardcastle........OH MY!!!

M: Hardcastle just got his face bashed into the announce table.

K: Immune now with Hardcastle by the hair and tosses him back into the ring. Referee Gevers was getting very angry at all this outside activity. Immune now climbs back into the ring. Immune with Eric by the throat........up and..........CHOKESLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: This could be it.

K: Immune makes the cover with the leg hooked........




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[Hardcastle]

............................a shoulder slides up.

M: An inch away.

K: Very close, but Eric is still alive. Immune with Hardcastle now....Eric tries to fight back with a right and Immune just shrugs it off. Immune with a hammering blow to the back and another. Immune now setting up for the powerbomb. If he hits this powerbomb......it just might be over. He just might have him. Immune with Hardcastle.......up and...........COUNTERED!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: WHAT?!

K: HURRACANRANNA!!!!! Hardcastle counters and takes Immune up and over. Immune is down. Hardcastle is down. Both men wiped. The fans trying to rally behind Hardcastle, with Brittney leading the cheers.

M: I'll cheer for Immune.

K: Both men are still down......wait. Its Immune that is showing life first here. Immune trying to get to his feet, breaks the refs count. Immune using the ropes and he is up. Hardcastle trying to crawl to the far ropes. Immune, shaking off the cobwebs and here he comes. He grabs Hardcastle. Immune will try the powerbomb one more time. Immune picks him up.....NO!!! Hardcastle with the counter......BACKBODY DROP!!!!!!!!! Hardcastle falls to his knees.

M: Damn it!

K: Both men are down again. Immune using the ropes to get back to his feet. Hardcastle back up......he hits the near ropes and Immune is up. Immune with the clothesline......Hardcastle ducks it........from the farside...............FLYING FOREARM SMASH!!!!

M: I HATE THAT MOVE!

K: Hardcastle down. Immune is down. This crowd is going wild and Brittney is screaming words of encouragement to her man. Immune again is the first to begin to stir. Immune reaching for the ropes......Hardcastle..........NIPS UP!!!!

M: I hate it when he does that.

K: Immune turns and Hardcastle unloads with a flurry of rights. Hardcastle with a blow to the throat and the big man staggers. Hardcastle with a thunderous chop.....backing Immune into the near corner. Hardcastle with the Irish whip........Immune hits the far corner. Hardcastle takes off..............FLY HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hardcastle with Immune again....the whip back to the near corner. Hardcastle takes off..........FLY HIGH!!!!

M: Oh God!

K: Can you feel it, Mean Mike?! This capacity crowd most certainly can. Immune slumps into the corner. Hardcastle going to the same side corner, right in front of us. He is building a head of steam. Hardcastle takes off......................FACE LIFT!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Poor Immune!

K: Hardcastle has the momentum. Now, don't let up. Hardcastle pulls Immune out of the corner.............roaring forearm and Immune falls to the mat. Hardcastle climbing to the top rope.

M: The crowd is on their feet in Fresno.

K: High risk..............ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!! Hardcastle feeling the momentum. He is feeding on this capacity crowd. Hardcastle getting set for the The Showstopper.

M: SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!!!!

K: What the hell is he doing here?! Saint hits the ring..................SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!! He is immediately met with that devestating superkick.

M: Referee just went down!

K: Referee Gevers got knocked down by The Sin City Saint. Saint now rolls out in front of us.

M: Immune is ready to uncoil!

K: Hardcastle turns....kick to the gut by Immune. Immune.........THE DISEASE............COUNTERED!!!!!!!!!!

M: HUH!?

K: Hardcastle with The Irish whip and Immune off the near ropes..............SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That has to be it. It absolutely has to be it. Hardcastle with the leg hooked. He has Immune down.

M: THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Brandon Bailey!!! The Assassin has come to the ring. He is on the apron and now he is......climbing down?!

M: He sees his treacherous sister.

K: Oh NO!!! He couldn't possibly be thinking?!

M: Paybacks are a bitch!

K: The Assassin stalking his baby sister. Hardcastle now realizes it and he is walking towards the ropes.

M: Saint just rolled a chair into Immune.

K: Immune has a chair.

M: Now you're all gonna pay.

K: ZMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Mighty Zmaster hits the ring and he swings Bailey around......uppercut!!! Hardcastle knows Brittney is safe and he turns his attention to the big man............SWING!!!!!!!!!

M: NOOOOOOOO!!

K: Hardcastle ducks the chair shot................PELE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Immune goes down and Hardcastle now has the chair. He is gonna wind up on Immune..........WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bottom of the 9th, Mark McGwire, eat your heart out!!!!

M: DQ HIM!!!!

K: Gevers is finally getting his wits about him. Hardcastle now STIGMATA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: THE IRON CLAW!!!!!!!!!!

K: Yes, Eric's version of the Iron Claw, called The Stigmata!!!! Eric has it locked on and Immune is fading.

M: NO!!!

K: Eric continuing to pour on the pressure and Immune is just fading away. Immune cannot fight it. He is half unsconscious!

M: Zmaster is one side of the ring and Saint rescued Bailey on the other side.

K: Immune has been busted open, as Gevers is crawling over towards Hardcastle. Hardcastle is relentless. Look at the look on his face.

M: Poor Immune. Look at the blood, Olberman. Look at it!

K: There will be more than just that spilled this Sunday!!! In the Cage of Horrors......this is nothing! Gevers checks Immune..................HE CALLS FOR THE BELL!!!!! Mean Mike, we have a new North American Heavyweight Champion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Damn it!! That's Immune's title.

K: The bell has sounded and Gevers is awarding the match to Eric Hardcastle!!!! Hardcastle has the title.

M: Bailey and Saint hit the ring.....

K: Not so fast............Zmaster is in and he keeps The Impact Players at bay.

M: HEY!!! Referee Jeff Bausman just hit the ring.

K: Bausman having a conference with Noel Gevers. Whats going on here?

M: Probably trying to keep the peace.

K: Gevers is agreeing with Bausman all of the sudden. Whats going on here? Steve Bond has the mic and he is saying that................

M: HARDCASTLE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bausman citing the chair shot for a DQ!!!!

K: WHAT?! NO!!!! NO!!!!

M: Bausman takes the title from Hardcastle and hands the belt to a bloody Immune.

K: The Impact Players steal another one! Damn it!!!

M: HA! HA! I love it!

K: Uh oh! Hardcastle is not happy. He has Jeff Bausman up against the ropes. Hardcastle is going to punch Bausman!

M: Do it!!! I gurantee you are suspended, you SOB!

K: Hardcastle being talked down by Zmaster. Zmaster needs Hardcastle next Sunday and can't afford his friend for taking out his frustration. Eric, listen to Zmaster. Don't let your emotions get the best of you.

M: HIT HIM!!

K: Phew!!! Eric lets him go and a sigh of relief comes over Jeff Bausman's face. Hardcastle and Zmaster turn to walk away. Thank Go........................SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: HA! HA! You're finished, Eric. Finished.

K: Oh no!!! Referee Bausman just had his clock cleaned by The Prodigal Messiah.

M: IP!!!!!!!!!

K: Internet Proto..............IMPACT PLAYERS!!!! Bailey, Saint and Immune are attacking Zmaster and Hardcastle. The beating is on!! Ladies and gentlemen, we are out of time. For Mean Mike Patrick, I'm Kevin Olberman.....saying good night from Slam!!!!!!!!

M: SAKU AND CREEPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The screen fades to black, as Saku and Creeper head to the ring to help out their team mates.>

[Valor CEO]

very nice results like always. Immune comes out victorious in one hell of a match, great way to put it all together and now I can't wait for the ppv, congrats hardcastle on another great version of slam.

Immune

[Bailey]

Great Job Jay! Loved this card from front to back. Wished there was more rp participation from the roster, but stellar job. ;D

[Sin City Saint]

if u wanted to promote the ppv, u did a great job with that. matches sucked dick though. main event was cool. once again, hade me fooled. thought hardcastle won the belt. cant ever say u dont keep people on their toes.

by the way, the song is called helena's song not so long and good night, thats just the lyrics.

i am funninest fuck in valor.......B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!